He then took my hand and placed it on his crotch as he put his arm around me and pulled me in close. I gulped and nervously replied 'Not yet.' without breaking eye contact. 'I'm going to go out on a limb and guess you've never been with a man before?' he calmly spoke as he looked deeply into my eyes. Slowly we inched closer together as we got more and more drinks until we were both tipsy and sitting so close we were touching. He stood and hugged me and we sat and ordered drinks. I arrived at the bar and he was sitting in a dimly lit booth waiting. Was I gay? I didn't know but I was more excited and nervous on the drive to the bar than I had ever been in my entire life. I had masturbated thinking of him, and even fingered my ass in the shower. I couldn't get him out of my mind, every time I thought of the kiss I would become instantly hard. How straight I was became increasingly unclear after that kiss.
I was in such shell shock I was unable to tell him I was straight. I was shocked and horrified and incredibly turned on all at once. At the end of the night he told me he had a great time and that he wanted to see me again, then he stepped in, grabbed my ass and kissed me. We met through friends at a party and went for drinks a few days later for what I thought was just two straight guys hanging out. The first date had been a bit of a surprise.
I had never thought of myself as being gay but there I was driving to what was apparently my second date with a man.
